He slid one finger in and held my gaze.
I nodded.
He added a second, scissoring and opening me up. Then he sank deeper, twisted his wrist and—
“Oh God, yes. That.”
He grinned. Yes, he knew how to find a prostate. He’d once confided doing a lot of self-exploration before getting together with me. He wanted to know how to do things properly and that had been upmost in his mind. Well, and he’d imagined my reaction when we finally made love.
I won’t regret the seven years we were apart. Because who could say we would’ve made it anyway? Naïve eighteen- and twenty-one-year-olds. Clueless as to how the world really worked.
“You ready for me?” His voice had a husky tone.
“Fuck, yes.” I grinned.
He slid his fingers from me, slathered lube on his cock, and was soon at my entrance.
I moved my knees up and out of the way.
He pressed into me.
I expected the burn—and got it. What I didn’t expect was the flood of painful emotions.
A lone tear slid down my cheek.
He leaned over to kiss it.
I smiled through watery eyes.
He arched an eyebrow.
I nodded, letting him know I was ready.
After a moment, he pushed in a bit farther. Then pulled out almost to the tip and pushed in again. Over and over as I acclimated to him and until he was fully seated. “Love me, Freddie.”
“Always.” And he did. Over and over, he thrust into me. He pushed me higher and higher as I gripped his shoulders, trying to ground myself.
He grasped my cock and tugged along with the rhythm he set. His harsh breaths skittered over my skin as he pushed us both to the limit. “Please, babe, come.”
“Yes, I…” Words stopped coming as the orgasm seized me. My cum spurted out over his hand.
He thrust twice more, then held himself still. His face contorted as his climax hit him. “Jesus.”
“You can say that again.”
“Jesus.” Said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes.
“Or I could say Andreas.”
“Freddie—”
“I get to say whatever I want since I’m still inside you.” He breathed harshly. “Where I plan to stay forever.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. If you want.”